Thanksgiving in Port Harbor
By Diane D. Norgard
The day starts slow, it's quiet here.
The smell of turkey is in the air,
The smell of baked goods everywhere.
Mothers prepare a great big feast.
Guests start to arrive with pastry treats.
In the kitchen some chat and laugh
Some in front of the TV 'til the football half.
Now we sit to join our graces,
Our prayers, our thanks for these smiling faces.
For this big feast we can share
A hope for peace and freedom everywhere.
A wish for all our futures
That we find fun games to suit us
And then we eat until we are stuffed.
Content and happy, we've had enough.
Some take a walk in the warm salty air.
Along the beach, the day so fair.
Others play a game of ball
Laughing, falling, making the call.
Then one by one the guests all leave.
A quiet moment can be retrieved.
